IANTO
At first, nothing. Then a few will-o-wisps scattered from the undergrowth just at the corner of Deimos's line of sight. A step or two after them, Ianto emerged on two legs rather than four, as though called from wherever he had been by some ethereal sense of debt. It might have caused some to laugh, but it was indeed that obligation that dragged him from the Wildwood against his better judgement. Because a debt was owed, and Ianto was bound by his word to deliver.
"It is good to see you outside of a column of fire, my friend," he called, his lilting voice echoing through the long grasses that separated them. He didn't instantly move closer to Deimos, his hands buried deeply in the pockets of his long coat, his coppery hair swept back out of his face. "What can I do for you?"
"It is good to see you outside of a column of fire, my friend," he called, his lilting voice echoing through the long grasses that separated them. He didn't instantly move closer to Deimos, his hands buried deeply in the pockets of his long coat, his coppery hair swept back out of his face. "What can I do for you?"
i know places we can hide
